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Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

"I don't need to know anything about him." Fredrich seethed almost instantly after she mentioned her brother, the fake detective that knew only how to ruin his life. Twenty, though... that meant that he was somewhere around that age. Once again longing had clouded the detective's dark blue eyes. To see that smile again...

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Nii-San? Fredrich wasn't fluent in Japanese, but by the way the girl spoke, Nii-San must have been that foolhardy singer. Fredrich instantly narrowed his eyes and looked away when Niji began reminiscing. Ah yes, when the singer went missing. He still remembered having to arrest that crying sad-sack, trying to interrogate through a wall of tears. Funny how that brat found his way into his heart.
Before Fredrich knew it, he was kissed on the cheek. He blinked in surprise and looked over to see the girl, and not the one he was thinking of. Instantly his mood soured, both by the girl's company and the memories she brought. "Just.. stop talking about him." was all he quietly said.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

"And why would I do that?" Fredrich responded. He was never a talkative person, nor did he want to be. Conversations were too trivial, they created tedious connections and useless bonds. Bonds that only ended in pain.
That, and he didn't want to speak with that Korean brat's sister.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

The faintest sign of a grimace showed on the taller man's face. "...Very well." he sighed in defeat. "What is it you wish to know?"

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

The Detective paused, as if considering whether or not to tell her the truth or not. Then again, she did already know about his real job, so there was really no use in hiding it. "I got it to protect my real job." he sighed as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the middle finger and thumb. "I became the head detective of a certain assassin's case, and I used that title to cover my tracks. I only managed to get that job because of a close friend of mine. He's working here, too, if I recall. Officer Cameron West."

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

"Officer West?" Fredrich pondered and thought about it as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his facial expression softening lightly. "He's... very much like his father." he explained with a shudder. "He tends to smile in the face of danger. In fact, he likes to smile at many things." he sighed, recalling a few mishaps happening because of the goofball. "Officer West may be a childish imbecile at times, but make no mistake, he's a very hardworking man that can be incredibly determined. He makes for a useful partner when I'm investigating a crime scene."

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

He raised an eyebrow at her before considering her question. "Of course. I find the title rather childish, but you could say that Officer West is my best friend. Ah, which reminds me." He shook his sleeve back to look at his sleek, black wrist-watch. "I'll be meeting him soon for drinks."

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

"Hmm? Are you not going to tag along?" the Detective asked as he gave her a slightly amused look. The way the girl kept reacting to his descriptions of Cameron, he assumed she was already taken with him. It was just as he turned to give her the amused look that he noticed the scars on her face. He paused. He knew there was something wrong with her, but was it caused by those markings? And who, for that matter, gave her such markings?

Without proof, you'll never catch me.